Just as we were getting ready for bed tonight, we noticed Meg pouncing on something in the parlor. At first Lori and I both thought it was another grasshopper that had made its way into the house. On closer inspection it was a tiny little bright green frog. I thought it would make a cute picture of the day so I scooped it up and put it in the office. It was a very persistent hopper and before I could take a picture it would keep hopping away. So I had to keep scooping it up and putting it back where I could take a picture of it. It managed to escape into the hall where I followed it and finally got a picture of it trapped in the corner. Or so I thought. It started climbing the walls, just like a gecko. So then I decided I better put it back outside.

That’s when I noticed that my hand was tingling. After a few minutes it went numb, then back to tingling. At that point I was starting to get worried so I jumped on the Internet, went to Google, and typed in poisonous frogs. The very first page that came up had a picture that looked a lot like the frog I just handled, more so than my picture here indicates. Now I was really worried. But the more research I did, the better I felt. When kept as pets they loose their poison, and if it did have its poison, I would have been dead pretty quickly. Even so, I went to bed feeling just a bit freaked out. I still haven’t found out if it was a native frog or not, but I know I’ll be a bit more cautious handling bright green frogs in the future.